We made it down the goat path to the Beach below Torrey Pines. It was hazy and only 66 degrees, so we were able to be there for an hour plus, without hearing that sizzling frying pan sound and realizing it was us. I managed to get myself in more than waist-deep, but wasn't up for body-surfing. We did gather a bunch of shells, but nothing spectacular. Of course, once we had reached our bag limit and were heading back to the trail, then we started to see the good ones. Shells like the Balboa Babiyaga, the multi-chambered Convolutus (AKA "the Conchominium"), and the rarely-seen Whampeter's Stoma. Oh, well, there's always next time.